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[mozki]

[l-r-christian]

Tied:The Huntress and The Original' part three

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Things gets hot and heavy between Y/N and Elijah and both open up to one another. Asmodeus sent out demons to find the oldest Winchester while Heaven is in a panic when word gets out the prophecy was fulfilled.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Simping!Elijah, A bit of angst, Y/N being not good with feelings

Elijah kissed Y/N hungrily as the heat raised between the two and hands roamed one another's bodies. Elijah took off Y/N's bra and his mouth was on her collar bone right away pulling a soft moan from her. Y/N mewled burying her fingers in Elijah's hair as he left bite marks on her as more of their clothes were removed as Y/N let out a breathy moan.

Elijah took one of her breast into his mouth as his hand cupped her other breast and pushed her back against the pillows moving his mouth along her body leaving marks in his wake.

"Elijah." Y/N breathed shivering feeling Elijah's mouth on her thigh leaving a mark there. Y/N mewled burying her fingers in Elijah's hair when mouth finally was where she needed him most. Y/N trembled as Elijah left marks on her thighs then moved to your clit making her moaned loudly.

"Fuck.....so...good." Y/N moaned out trembling as he worked her with his mouth and slip two fingers into her making her arching crying out his name. Elijah added a third finger getting her to arch when he curled his fingers flattening his tongue against her clit.

Elijah raised his head watching Y/N come undone she was shaking gripping the pillows as she came all over Elijah's fingers as the vampire kissed between her breast.

"There we are, beautiful." Elijah says licking his fingers clean after pulling them from her. Y/N pulled Elijah down kissing him tasting herself on his tongue moaning against his mouth as he entered her dripping core. Elijah groaned burying his face in her neck while her hands moved a long his back feeling his muscles flex while he moved.

"Oh....fuck....why....are...you so....good at this?" Y/N moan out as Elijah raised her leg to the crook of his arm and her mouth latched her mouth on his neck trying to leave marks. Elijah growled fucking her harder and deeper as he reached up pulling her hair tilted her head back placing his mouth on her thoat leaving marks there.

"A 1000+ years of practice, baby." Elijah said moaning when she began moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Y/N cried out when Elijah kissed her roughly as he began to pounded into her. Y/N moaned arching as her chest heaving as the vampire leaned back watching her writhing in pleasure under him.

Y/N's face was flushed her eyes closed tears rolling down her cheeks as she shook arching off the pillows when Elijah rubbed her clit. She cummed as her lover growled leaning down holding her arms above her head thrusting rougher.

"Fuck.....Y/N." Elijah growled as she cummed again and he followed after watching her fall back panting as he peppered her body with kisses. Y/N pulled him into a soft kiss making him hum softly as he pulled out and was about to lay down to pull her into his arms. But Y/N just pulled Elijah against her pulling a sigh from him as he nuzzled between her breast.

"In the morning we should head for New Orleans." Y/N said running her fingers through Elijah's hair making him relax against her as her other hand grabbed a sheet pulling it over their bodies.

"We should but for now sleep, baby." Elijah said softly getting quiet mutters from her. Morning came as the sunlight shined though the window as Elijah woke finding Y/N sitting looking at a map dressed in one of his shirts. It made him smile and moved behind her enjoying how she relaxed against his chest.

"What are you doing beautiful?"

"Looking for an easy way to New Orleans." Y/N answered Elijah marking a rout on the map as he pressed kisses on the back of her neck taking in her scent. Elijah hummed buried his face in her neck as for the first time Elijah felt like his other half and he wasn't going to let her go. It was nearing 12 PM when they got back on the road headed for New Orleans but not before stopping in a town and Elijah decided to spoil the huntress.

"I'm fine Dean. I am headed for New Orleans." Y/N said as Elijah watched her on the phone that he got her earlier as they sat in the back of her truck eating well more like Elijah feeding Y/N a fruit salad as she sat in his lap.

'New Orleans?! Why? We need you to head back to the bunker.'

"No can do. I have a witch to kill also to let Elijah's siblings know he is alive." Y/N tells her younger brother leaning back against Elijah's chest seeing his playful smirk something she had the pleasure of seeing the last few days.

'Wait?! You are with the guy that is the father of your prophecy baby?'

"Yeah for two days now," Y/N tells Dean pausing hearing a sound of wood snapping as Elijah held her tighter, "Dean gotta go. I'll call back later." Y/N said hanging up pulling out her shotgun cocking it with one hand as she got out of Elijah's lap.

When a large pitbull came walking out making Y/N lower her gun smiling crouching down hands out.

"Juliet, sweet baby." Y/N cooed softly as the Hound bounded to her licking and whining at the Huntress as she petted the Hellhound and another Hellhound trotted up whining to be petted too. Elijah blinked as he got out of the truck as a suited man stepped out frowning at Y/N seeing her making kissing faces as she mushed the hound's faces.

"Kitten, I wish you would stop baby my Hellhounds."

"Well Crowley tell them stop being such cute little Hell puppies." Y/N said in a baby voice as she mushed Juliet's face as the Hellhound had a derpy look on her face.

"Only you would find Hell's most feared beast adorable." Crowley says sighing stepping out noticing the Original and was quick to stand straight. Crowley knew of the Original family so to have one of the oldest vampires in front of him was quite imitating.

"What brings you by?"

"Asmodeus is looking for you since you kill his demons." Crowley tells the huntress making her frown.

"So he was the one that had all that set up."

"Of course. Your child is said to be a powerful being rivaling an Nephilim so I am leaving Romeo with you."

"That's sweet of you. If I didn't say any better you are getting soft Crowley." Y/N teased petting Romeo who licked her face leaning his body against her. Crowley smirked shaking his head leaving after telling her that Heaven knows of her being with Elijah.

"So you are friends with a demon." Elijah says as Y/N helped Romeo up into the truck getting a bright smile from the Winchester.

"Crowley is a friend started out as an enemy. He has always been looking out for me no matter what he says."

"And your love for the Hellhounds?" Elijah asked as Y/N closed the back of the truck when Elijah noticed the far off look on her face. Elijah gently cupped her face seeing the pain on her face as she subconsciously covered her abdomen.

"Love? Are you......" Elijah was cut off when Y/N pulled away harshly her eyes walking to the driver side of the truck.

"Let's get going."

"Y/N?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Y/N said lowly as Elijah picked up the pain in her tone one he knew all too well. Elijah made a note to ask later as he didn't want her in pain let alone holding onto it.

"I am here to listen when you want to talk." Elijah says cupping her face leaning in to kiss her but Romeo stuck his face between them. Y/N let out a laugh making Elijah smile enjoying the sound of it while Romeo licked her cheek.

"Alright boys let's get going."

Romeo had his head on Y/N's thigh as she drove with one hand on his head rubbing his ear. Elijah was surprised how comfortable he was with sitting in silence with Y/N.

"What is your family like?" Elijah heard Y/N ask making him look at her smiling.

"Well Niklaus is a headache but I can see good in him along with my younger brother Kol. Rebekah is....well a bit bratty but I know she'll adore you. Freya is my older sister calm trying hard to be a good sister. What of your brothers?"

"Dean is a hardheaded but as a good heart. My baby brother Sammy is too smart for his own good....tried to stay out of this life."

"You didn't grow up hunting?" Elijah asked her looking at her seeing a frown on her beautiful face.

"No....mom was killed by a demon. John train us in hunting and what started out as revenge turned into chasing a ghost." Y/N said remembering the long days of training and how John pushed her harder than her brothers.

"Your father sounds all most like my own."

"Really?" Y/N asked looking at him as the truck stopped at a red light as Elijah chuckled a bit nodding but he did know the difference between the men was the fact John didn't try to kill his own children.

"Mikael was a brutal man. But one thing I can take away that I learned from him is how to be a better father than he was."

"Elijah." Y/N said face turning red at the thought of Elijah holding their child or the three of settled off somewhere away from everything. Y/N tore her green eyes away from his mocha ones and started driving again as Elijah smirked hearing her heart racing.

"We should stop for the night."

"Yeah I'll find a motel."

"Oh love no. We are staying in a hotel." Elijah said having Y/N pull up to the nicest place in the town they were in. The room was nice every nice and Y/N let out a moan when she layed on the bed as it was the most comfortable bed she layed on.

"Comfortable?" Elijah asked smirking moving over Y/N as she reached up cupping his cheek and he leaned down kissing her softly.

"You are spoiling me."

"I am aware. I want to, I find myself adoring you."

"You are a giant sapp aren't you." Y/N teased as Elijah smiled leaning down kissing her then pulled away. Both got ready for bed and Romeo layed on her side of the bed as Elijah got in behind her.

"Night big guy."

"Goodnight baby." Elijah said softly kissing her bare shoulder lacing their fingers together as he held her close. Y/N relaxed against Elijah surprised with how safe he made her feel and was happy that he would be the father of her baby. Sleep came easy for the two unaware that Ketch was on his way toward their hotel along with Sam and Dean.

[dragon-of-dreams]

Puzzling

My Masterlist

Part 5 to Cracking a Code

1;  2;  3;  4

Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers x Reader (fem)

Warnings: Swearing, gaslighting, stalking, aftermath of noncon, noncon touching, caregiving, but like by Steve, so not really, self-harm references (previous chapter, not premeditated), discussion of eating

Summary: Steve takes you home to “take care” of you.

A/n: I’m not super happy with this chapter… and maybe I’ll redo it sometime in the future, but I just wanted to give you an update. Sorry, that everything takes so long!

Word count: 2,300

The rest of the drive passed in a blur. Steve’s hand hardly left your thigh and you let him. You were so exhausted, you didn’t have the energy to fight him off anymore. You felt yourself retreating into your body, away from the reality of being groped in the fancy sports car of America’s bravest hero.

Steve helped you up the steps to your apartment. You’re entire body was shaking, leaving you on unsteady feet. If you didn’t know better you’d say you were coming down with a fever. But the reason for the shivers coursing through you was so much larger. Not something a few pills could fix. Steve gently led you into your home, almost as if he owned the place, deposited you on the couch, and covered you in a blanket. As he tucked you in, his hands respectful and his touch kind you surfaced for a brief second out of the hole of despair his comment in the car had put you in.

“There you are, angel.” Steve smiled as he noticed how your eyes started to focus a bit. “I’ll make you something to eat. I’ll be right back.” With that, he leaned in and placed the gentlest kiss on your forehead, before retreating to your kitchen. You watched him rummage around in the tiny space adjoining your living room. He looked at ease, at home, and oh so loving. Did yesterday really happen? you wondered. There they were again. Those thoughts you had to brandish all day yesterday as well. You started to stare off into the middle distance; once more slipping away from reality and the physical pain left in your body. You heard Steve tut slightly, the fridge door opening and closing, then the same sound from a bunch of your cabinet doors. Just as you wanted to call out to him, to ask if he needed help, a robotic response drilled into you by your mother, Steve appeared before you almost as if out of thin air. His gait as silent as any other predator’s.

“Darling,” he sounded concerned, “did you eat yet?”

You looked up at him, doe-eyed. “I.. uh… I must have. I have some overnight oats in the fridge, so if there are only three glasses in there, then yeah.” To be honest you couldn’t remember, nothing made sense.

“There’s four, darling… You really gotta eat breakfast! It’s important to keep your strength up, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah… I usually do. I promise” Why do I not wanna make him sad? Why do I want him to be proud of me? You thought bewildered, as you looked into Steve’s worried eyes before all semblance of structured thought left you again to the tide of confusion washing over you and pulling you under.

“Ok, babe, I trust you. I’ll make some now, okay? You just sit tight.” All you could do was nod. It was like it was all happening to someone else. You weren’t really here. You were so far away and so present at the same time that it hurt.

As Steve left you your mind went to war with itself.

Steve wasn’t a good guy. He wasn’t the hero on those posters, was he? But he was making you breakfast, he tucked you in. He sent Bucky to check on you. No… No, he sent Bucky to make sure you didn’t go to the police. Right? Right.

You could feel your mind shut off, drawing you down with it. All that happened, Steve’s non-linear behavior pushing you over the edge. Nothing made sense.

You barely noticed as Steve fed you breakfast, bite by bite, all that registered somewhere deep within you was his calm, deep guiding voice: “One more bite, there you go, good girl” all his encouragement mushing together in your brain, a soothing sensation flowing through your pain-addled brain.

After breakfast, you could feel Steve manipulate your body, as he wrapped himself around you and put on your favorite movie. As you lay there engulfed in the arms of this giant man, accompanied by the sounds of the movie you had watched a million times, you slowly started to become aware of yourself again. The body heat was so soothing and Steve’s deep humming voice pushed the fear that had kept you paralyzed further and further away. Making way for a seething rage, fickle but growing. As you tensed and readjusted your limbs Steve leaned forwards and kissed your temple. “I knew you were still in there, angel. I made some tea. It should still be hot. I put it in a thermos. Let’s talk okay?” Steve carefully helped you sit, every touch his, stoking the anger burning through you. Then, oblivious to the shift in your mood, he got up to grab the tea and cups as you looked around as if you were seeing your place for the first time. It no longer held the feeling of safety that comes with any good home. All you could see was Steve controlling you, in the TV that was slightly turned, the smell of his cologne on your couch, the dirty pans in the sink.

When Steve came back, your head was much clearer and you carefully reached for your cup and made sure to keep your distance from Steve as subtly as you could. Whatever was to come, was going to be important.

“You know darling, you will have to be nicer to Bucky. He’s only trying to help when I can’t be there. New York is dangerous, always has been. No one knows that better than me and Buck. He texted me, saying you were really rude on the train this morning, and quite frankly, darling, I’m disappointed that I even have to say this, but you have to appreciate what we do for you, okay?” Steve’s voice is calm, collected, and rational. There is nothing but honest concern in it for a moment it disrupts the anger building within you. “It’s time to play nice with Bucky now, okay? Be nice to him, maybe even as nice as you have been for me, understand?”

It’s the last sentence that sets you off, Steve’s expectant gaze, belittling you, that makes you blow your lid.

“What? What are you talking about? Play nice? I wasn’t being nice to you! I don’t want your protection or your attention, or Bucky’s for that matter!” Your voice is rising, as you grip your cup of tea so tight its heat sears your palms. “Get out of my life!” you yell. Then like a bucket of cold water realization sets in. Every muscle in Steve’s body tightens, you see his body expand with the change, looming over you, blacking out the window. You expect Steve to yell, beat you up, but when you dare to look up at his face, it is almost passive, but there is danger burning beneath his façade.

“I understand this is difficult for you.” Steve’s voice turns harder with every word. You notice the missing pet name like a slap to your face. “But I am getting pretty tired of this conversation. You need to rain in that attitude of yours, okay? Because I won’t tolerate you being a spoiled brat who doesn’t see what’s best for them. I’m looking out for you here, taking care of you, something you apparently struggle with,” with that Steve gestures at the remnants of your breakfast, the one he had to make for you, “and all I expect in return is some gratitude, towards me and towards Bucky. This is not up for discussion. And if you can’t behave, you’ll have to deal with the consequences, young lady. Is that understood?” By the end of his speech, Steve has risen to his feet, towering over you, his voice booming to fill your apartment, while you cower into the sofa. Your breathing is shallow and you are petrified. It feels too much like last night. When you didn’t have a choice either. And everything he was saying was making sense. New York was dangerous. And you really were terrible at feeding yourself correctly… Those oat thingies were just the newest thing you were trying in your never-ending quest to live more healthily… Usually, your job took preference over clean living. And Bucky hadn’t done anything to you either. He’d just been there to watch out for you… Steve, well… Steve really had done that, but he also held you today, when your brain shut down and made you food. He could have just left you at work, where you surely would’ve gotten nothing done or even caused trouble if you fucked up your work…

Shakily you nod and watch some of the tension leave Steve’s body and he crouches down in front of you. “Good, I knew you were smart like that. Now we can either go have a bath and soothe your body or you can freak out again and then I swear I’ll make you bear the consequences of your behavior for real this time. So what’s it gonna be, princess?”

You stare at him for a second. How is he so rational? Why does this all make sense? Authority has always been your weakness, and so you just nod because what the Captain says goes, and you learned that the hard way, and let Steve lead you to the bathroom. Maybe you will get to lay in his arms again and hear him praise you. It felt so good when he held you on the couch. You were safe in his arms. All you want is to be back in his embrace. Where the harsh reality can’t hurt you. So you allow Steve to strip you down, as hot water pours into your tub.

Suddenly Steve’s grip on your hip tightens painfully, as yanks your jeans off of you. You look down, scared, and find him staring at the bruises you must have caused yourself in the shower this morning when you were trying to wash the night away. “What is this? Explain, now!” he seethes and turns his scorching gaze towards you.

“I, when I showered, I, I just wanted to get clean…” you stammer.

“Clean? Clean! You hurt yourself! Jeez! How dare you do something like that to yourself? I really can’t let you out of my sight for one second, can I? Gotta watch you like a little kid!”

You feel a pang in your heart. You weren’t trying to be bad! You want to tell Steve, but he just turns off the water, grabs your upper arm, and drags you from the bathroom into your bedroom. As you stumble after him, you try to figure out what is happening.

“Steve?” you plead as he sits down on the bed and puts you over his lap.

“No, darling, not anymore. I have been way too kind to you so far, but apparently, the nice approach doesn’t work with you. So discipline is what you get.” He thunders, and then his hand is hitting your bum with enough force to make you scream. It happened so fast that your head is spinning.

As you lie across his lap everything felt like it’s wrapped in cotton. So much skin-to-skin contact fries your over-worked and touch-starved brain into submission as Steve’s hand is raining down on your ass, painting it crimson. You burst into tears without any control over yourself. “Steve,” you sob, “Steve please, I didn’t mean to, I swear, Steve!” and just as those words leave your mouth, he stops, picks you up, and hugs you close. Your nerve endings sing at the close contact and you sag into him, all tension leaving your body. His hands draw soothing circles on your back as he holds you tight.

“I got you baby.” Steve whispers as he settles you on the bed, “I know that hurt, but I needed you to see, you know?”

You cry and nod, burrowing into his hulking form hovering over you.

“I’ll make it better baby, I’ll make it all good, now,” Steve murmurs, as he leans in to kiss your forehead, while his right hand comes down and starts to play with your clit. “Oh darling, look at you! You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Only then do you register the slick coating your thighs, embarrassed you want to turn from him, but Steve cages you in. “It’s okay babe, no reason to be shy about it. There is nothing wrong with wanting your man. Really, it just shows that you understand my discipline with you. I’m real proud of you, angel, real proud.” He mutters as he spreads your lips and slips two fingers in. You can’t help but moan and arch into him.

Steve is nothing but kind and soft with you as he readjusts both of your bodies until he sinks into your heat, and you both moan in unison. “There we go, darling. See how good I can be for you? There we go.” As he starts moving, slow and deep within you peace settles over you. “I’ll make you forget all that pain, babe, it’ll all be gone in just a minute now.” His fingers are rubbing circles around your clit while he keeps murmuring sweet encouragements into your ears as you climb and climb towards an orgasm that is so deep that it leaves you boneless in Steve’s arms until he finishes with a broken grunt deep inside of you. As Steve settles you in his arms after you can’t remember the last time you felt this sated, as you drift into a deep sleep with Steve’s spend slowly trickling out of you. For a split second, before you fall asleep the horror of what is happening to you is clear in your mind, but then, thankfully, once more your exhaustion pulls you under.

[nicole-lynne]

Christmas Came Early

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Warnings: NSFW 18+ DIRTY Summary: Reader spends the christmas holiday at the Burrow with her best friend and crush, Fred. He decides to give her a special christmas present. 

This was going to be your second christmas at the Burrow and stepping into the familiar door, it felt like coming home. It was more of a home to you than your parents house. After the first few years of coming home from Hogwarts, they had decided they didn’t care to celebrate with their only child, instead opting to go on a lavish cruise each year. Arthur and Molly had immediately opened their home to you when your best friends, Fred and George, had told them you planned to spend your sixth year christmas at Hogwarts. Now it was expected of you to go to the Burrow each year. 

You’d been reluctant to accept their offer, especially being muggle-born and not understanding the charms of celebrating the holiday . The thought of spending two weeks with Fred in his family home seemed overwhelming. He’d always been the one who you could flirt back and forth with, teasing little winks, bold touches, and lavish compliments, which had resulted in a massive crush on the boy. Somehow, his hands eventually found you and would leave a trail of fire on your skin. You were unsure if you could handle that much time together without combusting from tension. 

Then one day, the twins had cornered you in the common room, practically begging for you to come and making promises to keep the pranks to a minimum. Eventually you’d given in and it was the best decision you’d made. 

This second year was proving to be harder than ever, the tension between you and Fred had only increased going into your seventh year and every day around him had caused you to hide in Ginny’s room to relieve that tension when no one was around. 

You hovered on the edge of the kitchen, observing the chaos that had erupted from a stray firework exploding in Ron’s mashed potatoes. You’d only been gone a matter of hours but it looked like the twins had found a way to entertain themselves. The table was coated with white mush and the girls were whining about it getting in their hair. 

“You tossers did that on purpose!” Ron shouted, lumps of potato dripping off his ears and nose. 

“We can’t help it if-”

“You can’t get the spoon to your mouth.” The twins said in unison, a devilish smirk on their identical faces. 

You giggled at the scene, attracting the attention of the room and cheeky grins from the boys. Molly scowled at them before stalking across the kitchen and ushering you further in. She fussed over your snow covered clothes, taking the full bags from your hands from your trip into town. 

“Was your trip alright dear? Did you find all you needed?” 

You squeezed her hand, stopping her from brushing your arm. “Yes, ma’am. I actually was picking up a final present for Mr. Weasley.” 

“Oh that’s sweet of you dear.” 

“Goodie Two Shoes.” Fred murmured into your ear as he moved past you, the heat of his breath causing your face to flush. 

Arthur rounded the corner, “did I hear something about a present for me?” 

Turning to give him a warm smile, you moved closer to the older man. He gave you a fatherly hug that you let yourself enjoy for a moment. Leaning back, you lifted up the canvas bag off the floor excitedly. 

“I think this is a gift that everyone’s going to enjoy.” Rifling through the bag, you pulled out a film canister. “I brought a muggle christmas tradition - a movie called ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’.”

Arthur’s eyes lit up and he guided you toward the living room, already eager to partake in a muggle tradition. Molly muttered something about her ‘obsessive husband’ but followed behind you both. 

“Can we set up some couches and chairs around the room, Mrs. Weasley? I can get the tripod and screen situated.” 

“Of course dear,” she waved her wand, couches appearing from thin air, “and please do call me, Molly. You’re family in this house.” 

A loose arm dangled over your shoulder, drawing your attention up to George’s face close to yours. “Yeah, it’s bloody strange hearing you being so formal with mum after all these years.” George teased. 

“I’m being polite, you wanker, as if you would know anything about that.” You prodded your elbow into his ribs. Molly tutted and left you two to your bickering. George pinched his face at you childishly and you shrugged his arm off you. 

Just as Fred popped up on your other side, leaning into your ear, he whispered, “sit in the back with me?” 

Your body froze with a giddy anticipation, barely having the strength to nod. Over the past week, he’d been increasingly more attentive to you - driving you mad with each graze of his fingertips on your skin. It was easy to tell that he knew exactly what he was doing by the fiendish shine gleaming in his eyes and you couldn’t manage to break eye contact with him. A babbling Arthur distracted you enough for you to move your feet, rushing to set up the movie so you could settle in next to Fred. 

Thirty minutes later, all the lights were turned off and the entire Weasley/Potter/Granger clan were piled onto every empty seat, couches and recliners crammed wall-to-wall in the small room, 

. You gave the crowd a small smile and flicked on the camera, the movie sputtering to life against a white sheet that’d been hung up. The group’s attention turned to the movie, forgetting about you entirely. 

At the back of the room, Fred motioned for you to join him on an empty couch. Sluggishly, you weaved through the couches until you stood right in front of him. His eyes darted down to your bare legs peeking out from your loose cotton shorts, trailing up to the quidditch shirt you’d stolen out of his room, finally stopping when he met your eyes. Your heart pounded in your ears at his intense gaze as it settled like a pit in your stomach. 

Reaching out for your hand, Fred tugged you to sit down and draped a heavy blanket over your laps. Your breath quickened as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and positioned your back against his chest, letting his hand fall heavy on your leg. 

“You look gorgeous tonight, love.” Fred’s lips brushed your earlobe. 

Biting your lip nervously, giving yourself a moment to think, you said faintly, “I’m sure you say that to all the girls, Freddie.” 

After a moment of silence, he replied, “no one holds a candle to you. I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you all week.” Lightly, his fingers began running up and down your outer thigh. 

Fire filled your stomach but you stayed quiet, instead, snuggling deeper into his hold. Without even looking at him, you knew Fred had a giant smirk on his face from rendering you speechless. Well if he thought so highly of himself, two could play at that game. 

You let the minutes pass by, then slowly slid down against Fred’s chest, resting your head against his stomach and placed your hand on his upper thigh. His fingers froze, waiting to see what you were doing. A laugh threatened to spill out but you kept your eyes glued to the movie. 

Hesitantly, he moved again, making shapes in your skin, his fingers getting closer to your inner thigh each time. Heat pooled at your core and you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. Fred’s hand teased at the bottom of your shorts and you swallowed thickly, wanting to beg him to move, already dangerously close to where you wanted him. 

Consciously, you glanced around to make sure no one was watching you two, but all eyes were still faced forward. No one was turned around gawking at them, thankfully. You’d messed around with boys before but it had never been in some place this open. The thought of being caught actually sent a little chill of excitement down your spine. 

Shifting slightly, you moved to lay on your back, one of your knees propped up against the back of the couch. In this position, you could look up at Fred, not expecting him to be watching you but his gaze was glued to yours. 

His throat bobbed up and down nervously, as if he were waiting for you to tell him to bugger off. Instead, you let your legs fall open and his hand dropped to your stomach, his whole hand covering your entire abdomen. 

Understanding of what you want sunk in, and he slid his hand back and forth under the waistband of your shorts, testing the waters. His eyes widened in surprise as he realized you had no underwear on. 

“You little tease.” He mouthed, earning a shy smile from you. 

Your skin was tingling with excitement at the feeling of his calloused fingers moving closer and closer to your core. In a single sweep, he moved to collect your wetness and you had to swallow a whimper at the sudden pleasure. 

Lightly, he began circling your clit, the gentle sensations causing your eyes to roll back in your head. The movements were so slight that you were beginning to think he wouldn’t do anything else when he teased a finger at your entrance before inserting it slowly. Turning your head, you buried your face into his stomach, trying to muffle the sounds tumbling out of your mouth, and his free hand cupped the back of your head gently. 

He slid his finger in and out unhurriedly, enjoying the clenching of your walls around him and all the little ticks in your jaw when you wanted to make noises for him. At just one finger, you were already drenched and he was going to enjoy every moment of watching you squirm for him. 

Adding another finger, he hooked up and brushed against your g-spot, his palm pressed against your clit. Beneath him, your hips bucked trying to get closer, and he tightened his arm against your body to hold you in place. There was a knot growing in your stomach and you knew your climax wasn’t far away. Your hand closest to him tangled in his shirt while the other one clenched around the blanket. 

He kept pumping into you languidly, hitting against your g spot with each drive. Next to your head, you could feel his pajama pants start to strain and that heightened your pleasure even more. The thought that he was loving this just as much as you. 

With only a few more pumps, his thumb swirled around your clit, and the knot exploded. Your entire body convulsed and his free hand left the back of your head to cover your mouth, suppressing your delicate moans. Your thighs clenched around his hand while he worked you through your high until you weakly gripped his wrist and pulled him from your shorts. 

You were in a trance as you watched him take his fingers into his mouth and clean your mess off him, another whimper of pleasure threatened to come out at the sight. 

You wanted to roll over, to return the favor for him, but then Arthur was turning on the lights and thanking you for coming up with such a brilliant gift. Molly rallied the rest of the family, announcing that it was bedtime for the household. Fred lifted you up off the couch and followed you up the stairs. 

He stopped you at his and George’s door, his large hand wrapped around your upper arm. Bending down, he whispered, “I can’t wait to hear all those pretty noises you were making for me again, darling. Sweet dreams.” 

Staring at the door as it closed, your mind was blank from what had just happened. 

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You tossed and turned, the heat of the many fires burning throughout the house pressing down on you until you kicked the blankets off your legs. The image of Fred above you, the flicker of lights on his skin, as he touched you kept replaying in your mind, making beads of sweat roll down your back and your thighs slick with want. Knowing that he was only a floor away from you was making it even worse. 

He’d crossed the line in your relationship without giving you a chance to reciprocate and to say you were frustrated was putting it mildly. For years, all you did was picture the moment you finally got to be with him and you were still waiting on the edge. 

Frustration finally overtook you and you heaved yourself off the bed. You silently tiptoed across the room, pausing only when Ginny made a little grunt of noise, before you slipped out the door and down the stairs. 

Padding into the bathroom, you leaned against the sink and splashed cool water on your face. You were going to have to figure something out by morning because you weren’t sure you could handle seeing Fred again, especially with his bed head and rumpled pajamas, not without wanting to jump him immediately. Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath and held it before letting it out slowly. 

The sound of the door clicking open and shut startled you and you whirled around to find the man of the hour. Fred’s back was against the door, his chest bare and his red pajama pants a little tighter than normal. His whole body was toned with muscles from the constant quidditch practices, it made you want to run your hands over every inch of his body.

“Hey.” You managed to say. 

“Hey.” His voice was husky, let he’d just run a mile. 

Both of you stared at each other, the suspense of the situation making the room smaller. He was so close but still felt so far away. 

You weren’t going to let this moment pass you by for a second time tonight, all the dirty things you’d been dreaming of doing to him flashing in your mind. Unable to handle it anymore, you launched yourself the few feet to him and crashed your lips against his. Without hesitation, he put his hands around your thighs and lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist. 

You groaned as he hit your core and he swallowed it, sweeping his tongue into your mouth. Your tongue met his, your pace slowing from passion and lust to exploration. You started to wonder why you guys hadn’t been doing this for all these years. 

Detaching your lips from him, you yanked your shirt off, exposing your whole chest for him, before trailing kisses across his jaw to his earlobe, sucking it between your teeth. 

“Merlin, darling, you’re killing me.” You ignored him, sucking little love bites down his neck to his collarbone. “Be careful, sweetheart, or everyone will see. Or is that what you want?”

“Mhmm.” You whimpered, nipping at the pulse point at the base of his neck. 

His hold tightened on your ass, his fingers forming bruises on your soft skin. “You dirty girl. You want everyone to know how crazy you drive me, how badly I’ve wanted you for years.”

His words lit a trail of fire up your spine and you ground against him harder, desperate for any type of friction. Fred growled roughly and you shivered with excitement, wanting to do anything to create that noise again.

Wiggling slightly, he released his hold on your legs, Immediately, you dropped to your knees in front of him, pressing soft kisses to his stomach and down his happy trail. Fred’s pupils were blown with desire as he watched you hook your fingers into his pants to tug them down his legs, freeing his cock and letting it spring out. Your mouth watered at the sight of how big Fred was, bigger than you’d been with before, and you were desperate to taste him. 

Smoothly, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, a smile playing at your lips when he hissed at the contact, and pumped him a few times gingerly. Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his body, teasing him, then mirroring the kiss on the other side. Fred huffed quietly and you smirked up at him before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head causing Fred to let out a heated groan. Gradually, you moved back and forth, taking him further in, your tongue sliding against the underside of his dick until you pulled back to suck on the tip, then repeated the same torturous steps again. 

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He muttered, fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth, his hand slipped behind your head and tangled in your hair with a tight grip.

You lifted a hand to his thigh, stabilizing yourself, and relaxed your throat to let him all the way in. For a split second, you looked up and your eyes connected with Fred’s, and something in him snapped. Roughly, he thrust into you, his dick moving down your throat and you gagged each time his stomach bumped against your nose. His hand was still gripping your hair and he held you firmly in front of him while he increased his pace. 

The throbbing between your legs was unbearable, your lust growing as he brutally claimed your mouth, and you slid your hand between your thighs and pulled your shorts to the side to rub your clit, releasing a filthy moan at the much needed friction.

Fred’s eyes fluttered at the vibrations your moan sent through him before he harshly stepped away from you, his dick dropping out of your mouth and drool dribbling down your chin. 

He reached out for your face, his thumb traced your cheek, down to your chin, wiping the drool away, and to your plump bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful, taking me like such a good girl.” 

Without thinking, your bottom lip jetted out in a pout, “I want to taste you, Freddie.” 

He chuckled softly, “as much as I’m dying to let you continue...” 

Taking your hand, he pulled you off the floor and wrapped his arms around your waist, looking down at you with a boyish grin on his face. He looked more innocent and unsure of himself now that he’d given you a moment to think, but that made you want him even more. He’d been your best friend since first year and you’d been dreaming about him wanting you for almost as long. Standing on your tiptoes, you captured his lips in a kiss. He hesitated before moving his lips against yours, giving you every opportunity to stop him. 

Your chest was heaving as his grip on your waist tightened, pulling your chest flush against his and your feet leaving the ground. He placed you gently onto the counter top before stepping in between your legs, his lips never leaving yours. 

Not so subtly, you took his hand off your waist and moved it to your shorts. Taking the hint, Fred pulled your shorts down your legs and let them drop to the floor, his eyes widening at the sight of you completely bare before him, your thighs glistening from how wet you were.

He was still frozen in place, never taking his eyes off you, so you reached forward and pumped him in your hands a few times, making his head drop to your shoulder lazily. You locked your legs around his hips and pulled him closer so that his cock brushed against your lips. 

Fred looked up at you and searched your eyes, “are-are you sure about this?”

“Of course,” you pulled back, confused, “why wouldn’t I be?”

“I know it’s not either of our first times but it’s just not exactly a romantic place for our first time together. I always pictured it in some place a little better than a bathroom.” He said nervously. 

“Fred,” you ran a hand through his hair and he closed his eyes at the comforting feeling, “we have our whole lives to be romantic. But at the particular moment, I just want to be with you. You’ve been driving me crazy all week and I need you to make me feel good.” 

He gave you one more questioning look before pulling you in for another kiss. His hands were roaming all over your chest and legs carelessly, dragging you to the edge of the counter, and his kisses were getting clumsy. 

In a rush, he gripped his dick and ran it through your folds, gathering your wetness on the head. You squeezed his arm in anticipation as he pushed into you. You buried your face into his neck to muffle the gutted moan that escaped at the burning as he filled you slowly. When he was completely in you, he paused to let you get used to the feeling. He was hitting places you’d never felt before and you couldn’t help but clench around him, making the muscle in his jaw tensed the longer you made him wait. 

“You can move, Freddie.” You whispered, nipping on his earlobe as you did. 

Taking his time, he pulled out of you almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly, making you yelp at the feeling of him hitting your cervix. Taking your head in his hand, he tucked your face back into his neck, then grabbed your hips and thrust into you again. Your walls clenched around him each time he pulled out, you raked your fingernails across his back as you clung onto him, letting him set the relentless pace. He grunted quietly as you tightened around him and pushed into you harder. That familiar knot was already building in your stomach after a few minutes. Both of you were desperate to find your highs, especially with all the teasing from the evening. 

“Freddie, it feels so good.” You mewled as he brushed against your g-spot over and over. 

“You’re taking me so good, baby, you’re so tight.” His breath was ragged in your ear, his movements getting more erratic. Sweat was forming on your bodies as you panted against one another, your bodies moving together in unison. His fingers were digging into your flesh, yanking you closer to him, and the thought of the bruises they might leave made you moan. 

Dropping a hand between your bodies, his thumb rubbed circles around your clit, making your eyes roll back in your head. You knew it wouldn’t take much longer for you to come, you’d already been close earlier and now he was touching every right place. 

“Do-don’t stop,” you breathed out, “I’m gonna cum.” 

Fred thrust into you again, not letting up, “oh I want you to cum for me, love, I want to feel you come all over my dick.” 

With one more flick of his wrist and his dirty words, you fell over the edge. He captured your mouth in a kiss, drinking in your pathetic whimpers and moans like it was the elixir of life, while you rocked against his hard body. Your walls clenched around him tightly, wanting everything he could give you, and after a few more ragged pumps, he was spilling into you with a wrecked groan. He gave you a few more lackluster thrusts before he dropped his head to your shoulder, his breath heavy against your skin. 

You were absolutely destroyed but you softly rubbed your hand across his drenched back and up to the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there - shorter than it’d been in recent years. After a few minutes, his breathing had returned to normal but his cheek was still pressed against your neck. 

Pecking a few gentle kisses on your shoulder, he finally looked up at you. His cheeks were flushed a bright red similar to his hair and a bead of sweat was rolling down his temple. You reached up and brushed it away, not letting it drop any further, then gave him a small smile. 

Fred let out a breathy chuckle, “it feels like it’s about a thousand degrees in here.” 

“You’re telling me, I feel like my skin is melting.” You retorted, thrown off by his casual comment. Your whole body was frozen with fear. Would this be a one time hook up and you’d never talk about it again, would he want to be in a friends with benefits situation? He’d had those before and each time, it drove you crazy to see him with someone else. You weren’t sure you could handle only being a throw away after loving him for so many years. 

You let out a quiet hiss as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling more empty than ever. It felt awkward now that you were sitting on the bathroom counter, naked, and he wasn’t really looking at you. You swallowed thickly, the nervous turning your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be out of this room, you moved to jump down, but Fred blocked your way. 

Smiling down at you, he grazed your cheek with his fingers and hooked a lock of hair behind your ear. “I’m not letting you get away that easily, love. I want to take a moment to enjoy how lovely you look.” 

“Before it ends.” You mumbled, trying to ignore the goosebumps forming where he’d touched you. 

“What are you on about, silly girl?” Fred furrowed his brow. 

“I-I just thought you might want this to be a one time thing...” Your gaze dropped to your clenched fists in your lap. “You know, the way it was with Angelina.”

Fred snorted loudly and your eyes snapped up to his, bewildered. “You know why Ange was nothing more than a fling?” You shook your head timidly. “Because she wasn’t you. No one ever compares to you. I’m not daft enough to think it’d be enough to stay your friend after that... unless that’s what you want.” 

“No, it’s not!” You practically shouted, terrified he might think you’re second guessing things. “I want you, Fred. I have since you released Lee’s tarantula in the Hogwarts Express car and made Roger Davies cry. Since you snuck into Filch’s office to get back my self-shuffling playing cards in second year. Every time you’d lay out with me by the lake while I was studying. I want that with you, always, Fred.” 

He smiled at the memories. “I want that too, darling. I want you to be willing to put up with me until we’re old and grey. I want to be that crazy old man who’s telling everyone how beautiful my bird looked on the night I finally got into her knickers while you’re shouting at me to shut up and threatening my life.” 

A giggle bubbled out of you and you pushed against his chest playfully, “if you tell anyone that, I’ll beat you senseless, Frederic Gideon Weasley.” 

“That’s my girl.” He laughed. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he stepped closer and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Right?” 

“As long as you’re my guy.” You grinned, happily.

He nodded at that and helped you to stand up. “Absolutely. Now we better get to bed before mum finds us, or we won’t be growing old and grey. She’ll make sure we never see the light of day again.” 

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Suki’s Soft Spot

Suzuka!!!! OT3. OT3. OT3. They are tracking down some pirates and all is well and good until someone starts teasing Suki’s boyfriends. 2.5k of Suki being a BAMF.  💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27291361

"Sokka! Watch out!" Suki shouted.

Sokka ducked the incoming fire blast and ran his sword through his opponent.

"Thanks." Sokka smiled before yelling "DUCK."

Suki hit the ground as Sokka chucked his boomerang at the incoming assailant.

"You two sure do talk a lot during combat," Zuko quipped.

Suki stuck out her tongue and Sokka replied "You love us."

Zuko didn't respond, but his blush said it all.

Suki rolled over to where Sokka was and stood up, her back against his. There were 3 enemies left, one for each of them. Zuko let out a roar of fire and scorched the bender in front of him. Sokka took off to fight the man with the giant club, leaving Suki alone with the girl with the sword.

The girl lunged towards Suki and she danced out of the way.

"You're not gonna hit me that easy." Suki furled open her fans and circled around her opponent.

"Good. I've been looking for a challenge."

She swung her sword at Suki's head and Suki blocked it with her armor plated forearm.

"Nice try."

The girl drew back and swiped at the legs. Suki jumped over the blade.

"Sad," Suki fake pouted. "I thought you were going to be a challenge."

The girl growled and charged Suki. Suki caught the sword with her fans and twisted it out of her hands. She tied her hands behind her back and tossed her to the ground.

Suki stopped to catch her breath, which was admittedly harder than normal. She watched in awe as Zuko helped Sokka take out the man with the club. They high fived each other and she couldn't help but smile at her boyfriends.

"Suki!" Sokka shouted. "You okay?"

"No problems here," she replied. "This one's bark is worse than her bite."

"Glad to hear it," Zuko answered as he picked up two of the benders by the collar.

"Come on. We gotta take these thugs back to town."

"Man, I wish Toph were here to just Earthbend them over there."

"I'm not sure that's how that works Sokka..."

"You have your way of Earth bending, and I have mine."

Sokka crossed his arms over his chest. Zuko didn't bother with a response.

"You coming Suki?" Zuko shouted over his shoulder.

"Right behind ya!"

Suki picked the girl up by the wrists and forced her to walk forward, not noticing the trail of blood behind her.

***

Suki enjoyed listening to the playful bickering between her boyfriends. She couldn't help the smile that came to her face.

"Ugh, do they ever shut up?" The girl with the sword complained.

"What did you say?" Suki looked down at her captive.

"Those two squawk louder than ostrich horses at meal time."

"Listen here," Suki growled into her ear. "You will not speak that way about my partners, got it?" Suki jabbed the point of her fan into her side.

"Oh, so you got a soft spot for morons?"

Suki reached up and pulled back the girls hair.

"Don't. Talk. About them."

"Silly, girl-" she coughed. "You, could get, anyone, you wanted. Yet you, settle, for idiotic trash."

Suki flipped the girl onto the ground. She placed her boot into the small of her back and pressed down, hard.

"Suki! What's going on back there?" Sokka exclaimed.

"Nothing." Suki smiled. "Just reminding her who's in charge."

"Do you need any help?" Zuko asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, I got it. Thank you though. We'll catch up with you."

Zuko and Sokka shrugged and continued on ahead, leaving Suki alone with the girl. Suki leaned down close next to her ear.

"Are you going to be quiet?" She sneered. "Or do I have to make you."

The girl didn't respond.

"Get up."

Suki pulled the girl up and pushed her forward. When she caught up with the guys however, there was a problem.

"Sokka! Zuko!" Suki exclaimed. She tried to run to them, but the girl tripped her. She stepped on her back as a different guy came in to untie her hands.

"Careful boys..." The girl looked down at Suki and grinned. "She's got a soft spot for tweedle dumb and tweedle idiot."

Suki growled but it turned into a yelp when the girl pressed her foot into the wound on her side.

"Guess ya didn't notice when I hit ya," she sneered. "Two busy doting on those two idiots and bragging about how I wasn't 'a challenge'."

Suki looked up at Sokka and Zuko, who had their hands and legs bound behind them.

"How did you..."

"It's called the long game, sweetheart." She leaned down and pulled back Suki's hair. "We let a few of us get caught, find your weak spots, then the rest of us swoop down and ambush you when you least expect it."

She let go of Suki's hair and pressed further into the gash on her side.

"Don't know why I expected anything more from a lovesick girl."

Suki bit back her pain, but she couldn't stop the panic that fled through her.

"What do you want with us?" Suki growled.

"Well at first we were just gonna leave you here while we escape..." She leaned down and stroked Suki's hair. "But once we realized that scar boy over there is actually the FireLord, well we couldn't pass up the ransom we could get for him."

Suki tried to get out from under her, but the pain in her side was too much.

"Of course we'll take you two as well. Can't have anyone going for help afterall..."

Suki grimaced as a man yanked on her arms and dragged her off the ground. He tied her wrists together, but left her legs free to walk.

"You won't get away with this." Suki sneered. "The Avatar will know something's up if we don't come back. He'll stop you for AAAAHH."

Suki doubled over in pain. The girl punched her in the side and knocked the last of her breath out of her.

"Oh shut up."

She stuck a rag in her mouth and the man behind her forced her up. Suki struggled to regain her breath.

"Don't hurt her." Zuko threatened. Sokka's face was twisted into a scowl.

"As long as everyone does what their told, then there won't be any problems."

She stepped in front of Suki and ran her fingers down her cheek. She cupped her chin, and smirked.

"Now mush. We need to get to the ship by sundown."

***

Zuko and Sokka were tossed onto the floor of the brig, arms and legs still bound. Suki was pushed in, then got her hands chained to the wall behind them, stretching her taught. Suki glared at she man pulling the chains higher. She couldn't stop from wincing in pain.

"That's enough." The girl, who apparently was the leader, shouted. "Let's leave the 3 lovebirds alone."

The door slammed behind them and left the three in the dwindling light.

Suki spit out her gag and looked to her boyfriends.

"I'm sorry guys," she whispered. "If I hadn't gotten so defensive, we wouldn't have split up, and they wouldn't have been able to ambush us."

Sokka and Zuko shared a look.

"Suki..." "It's not your fault." "None of us knew they were going to ambush." "And if you were with us," "we still wouldn't have been able to take them down." "It's not your fault." "Yea. Zuko would know. You can't trust pirates."

Zuko scowled at Sokka. Sokka smiled back.

"Thanks guys."

"Always." They replied in unison.

Suki pulled on the restraints and couldn't help but whimper in pain.

"Now where did that come from?" Sokka asked, leaning forward to try and get a closer look.

"She must have landed a blow when I caught her blade with my fan." Suki looked down at the growing stain on her uniform. "It's not that bad, really."

"Yes it is." Zuko interrupted. "We at least need to stop the bleeding."

Zuko lit a small flame and burned through the ropes around his arms and wrists. Then he untied Sokka and his own feet. The two made their way over to where Suki was restrained, stumbling as the boat started to rock.

"Guess we're going on another sea trip. Woohoo..." Sokka tried to laugh. Zuko ignored it and Suki tried to laugh, but it only hurt her more.

"We need to look at it. Can we take off the uniform?"

Suki winced in pain as she tried to speak. She nodded her head and muttered, "yes. Whatever you need."

Sokka untied her belt and lifted the armor over her head. Zuko opened the dress until Suki was just in her under clothes.

"This is gonna hurt," Zuko explained as he peeled off the fabric stuck to her skin. Suki shut her eyes but couldn't help squealing in pain.

"It's okay Suki. Just breath." Sokka placed his head against hers and helped her calm down.

"Sokka, tear off a long piece of the cleanest fabric you can find. We gotta stop the bleeding."

"On it."

Sokka kissed Suki's forhead and then tore off a long strip of dark green fabric.

"You know, for being, the Firelord," Suki mumbled. "They sure, don't pay, much attention, to you..."

Suki's head drooped forward and Zuko lifted it back up. He stared into her fading blue eyes.

"They know that you're the one to fear."

Suki smiled and rested her head on his. Zuko gently stroked her hair.

"Got it!" Sokka announced.

Zuko kissed Suki on the top of her head and moved down to her side.

"Sokka, is there any water down here?"

"Clean?"

"Preferably."

"Then no."

Zuko sighed and looked at the dried blood and dirt on Suki's side.

"Tear off another clean piece of fabric, smaller this time."

Sokka immediately ripped off a small square of fabric.

"This is gonna hurt. I'm sorry."

"I'm fine. Do what you need to."

Zuko wiped down the area around the wound and did his best to clean it. Suki bit her lip and whimpered in pain.

"Sokka, bring over the long piece. We gotta wrap it around her and stop the bleeding."

Sokka stood and gave Zuko an end of the long, clean piece of fabric. Suki groaned.

"It's okay Suki. We're almost done."

Zuko placed his warm hands on her left side and held the fabric to the open wound. Sokka slowly wrapped it around her body and Zuko pressed it tight into her side. They kept it up until the fabric ended. Sokka picked up the belt and tied it around her waist, keeping the wrapping in place.

"Thanks, guys..." Suki drawled.

Sokka and Zuko shared a look of concern.

"It's not the best..." "But it'll have to do."

"Well I think you did a tremendous job boys." The lead woman called as she strode into the cell. "You managed to clean up your girlfriend all by yourself."

She stepped into the cell and behind Suki. Sokka and Zuko prepared themselves for a fight.

"Ahaha," she warned. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She pulled back on Suki's hair and dragged her hand down Suki's face and neck. "Not unless you want your precious girlfriend to suffer."

She closed her hand around Suki's throat, and Suki started to choke. She began pulling on her restraints and kicking her legs, threatening to undo all the work they did on her side.

"Don't." Sokka shouted. Both boys put their hands up in submission.

"We'll do what you want." Zuko spit.

"Just, don't hurt her."

The woman released Suki's neck and Suki began coughing, desperately trying to take a breath.

"Good." She smiled and walked towards them. "Sit, against the wall."

The boys moved quietly, not taking their eyes off Suki.

"This time we'll have to make sure you can't get out."

A man came in with heavy, iron, manacles. He fastened them tight around their wrists, and another set around their ankles.

"Now stay there until we reach shore." She walked over to Suki and played with her wrappings. "I sure do hope you're worth all this trouble, Firelord."

She punched Suki in the side and then walked out of the cell. All light disappeared as the door slammed shut, leaving the three lovers alone in utter darkness.

***

The boat slammed into something and Sokka shook awake. He noticed the small spot of drool he left on Zuko's shoulder and tried to wipe it off, when he realized his hands were still chained.

"Oh yea... We got kidnapped," he mumbled to himself.

"Zuko, wake up."

No response.

"Come on Zuko."

Again, nothing.

"Dang it." Sokka grumbled before he got an idea. He leaned over him and placed his lips onto Zuko's, giving him a slow, passionate kiss. Zuko started to reciprocate the kiss and Sokka slowly pulled back.

"Why'd you stop?" Zuko pouted.

"Because we're on a pirate ship in the middle of who knows where and we have more important things to worry about."

"Oh yea."

The boys looked over to Suki, who looked unconscious.

"shirt." Zuko muttered. "We have to check on her."

"I know Zuko, but we kinda can't right now."

Sokka gestured to the heavy chains and Zuko leaned his head against the wall. He was ready to shout when suddenly the door burst open.

"Katara!" Sokka shouted. "Get us out of here."

Katara rushed to the cell and unlocked the door.

"That's why I'm here," Katara quipped.

She smiled at her brother and unlocked his chains.

"Are you okay?" Katara asked Sokka and Zuko.

"We're fine," Zuko answered. "Suki needs you."

Katara turned around and scrambled over to where Suki was laying.

"Help me get her to Appa!" She shouted.

"Appa's here?" Sokka asked as he helped carry his girlfriend.

"How else do you think Aang Toph and I found you?" Katara snapped at her brother.

Sokka didn't respond. He and Zuko carried Suki to Appa, avoiding the flying rocks and fire outside.

"Aang! We got them! Let's go."

Katara knelt down at the back of Appa's saddle and Sokka and Zuko layed Suki down in front of her. Zuko held her head in his lap and Sokka held her limp hand. Katara's hands started to glow as she bent the healing water around them. Slowly, Suki started to groan and shift in pain. Sokka held her down as Katara continued to heal her.

"Aang! Toph!" Sokka shouted. "Let's go!"

The two hopped onto Appa and the group soon took off into the air.

"Will she be okay?" Zuko asked quietly.

"Please," Suki coughed. "Can't, get rid of me, that easily."

Sokka nearly cried as he and Zuko started laughing.

"Alright alright. Take it easy you three." Katara chastised, but deep down was relieved Suki woke up.

"Now Suki," Katara asked. "I need to know how you got yourself in this mess."

"Funny story," Suki winced as she tried to sit up. "It's because of those two."

"Of course it is..."

"Hey!" Sokka shouted.

"You know you love us," Zuko replied.

Suki blushed and simply answered with the truth.

"You bet your asses I do."

[acerosu]

Purring: A Feral Yellow short

I did say I was going to write this :P

This is 100% SFW, even though Yellow is in heat.

A little note about ‘Feral’ Yellow: I’ll go over this more in the longer fics on ao3 but Yellow isn’t just horny when in heat. She’s in a different frame of mind; more simple and direct, and has trouble speaking. She’s also in constant pain which doesn’t help anyone she meets.

UNLESS YOU’RE A KITTY

Blue Diamond ran toward her ship as it hovered over the beach. “Just stay here, I’ll get her back!”

 Steven followed after, quickly falling behind the much longer stride of the Diamond. “But we can help!”

 Raising a hand, Blue guided her ship closer, ready to teleport inside. She turned back as Steven ran up.

 “You have to stay here.” She leaned down, giving Steven a kind smile. “I’ve dealt with this before. Don’t worry; just keep everyone away from her.”

 Steven nodded with determination. “The entire town is already evacuated.”

 “Good job.”

 Blue’s form shimmered and disappeared. Now aboard her ship, she activated the scanners and took a low flight path over Beach City. Worried eyes watched the view screen for any sign of Yellow.

 --

 A trashcan fell over, its contents spilling out as the cylinder rolled into the street. Another rumble as the ground shook, then silence. Large, golden eyes focused on the can as it rolled to a stop.

 “Rrrr.”

 A massive, clawed hand reached out, snatching the can and crushing it with ease. The crumbled ball of metal fell back to the ground and rolled further down the street. Nearby, a pickup truck had gotten the same treatment, now a wad of glass and metal leaking oil. And next to that lay a twisted pile of street lights.

 Yellow huddled in the street on all fours. Behind her lay a path of destruction; clawed asphalt and smashed cars. Overly sensitive, any sound that caught her ear had to be halted. Beach city sat abandoned for the feral Diamond to explore to her heart’s content. An alien town; everything was different yet familiar to the bridges and towering buildings of Homeworld. And each little thing distracted her from her growing urges.

 They had decided to visit Steven on Earth again. Yellow had expected her cycle to return in a year or so, but something here affected it. Perhaps it was the sunlight, the change of attitude back at home, or even going on a non-work related trip, but she felt herself change rapidly. It was enough that she managed to run off into the wilderness before it got too bad. Blue would arrive soon and find out what had happened, but now her innate curiosity led her through the town. She crawled forward, glowing eyes peering into a restaurant window.

 Food still lay out on the tables, something flat and colorful. The glass shattered as Yellow reached in, dragging multiple tables of chairs back outside. She had never had organic food before, but the smell was something new, something interesting. Digging through the pile she had collected, the found the morsels on the ground.      

 “Hisssss!”

 A puny sound caught her attention. She up glared from the food to a tiny organic returning her intense gaze. It was a small, four legged creature covered in black fur that spiked up along its back. The wide eyes narrowed as it made tiny leaps from side to side, growling all the while.

 Yellow stared, barring her own teeth and giving a reply. The snarl was so loud that the tiny thing shook against the ground. Yet, it soon recovered, shaking itself before puffing up even larger.

 “Mrowwwww!”

 Yellow raised an eyebrow as the pathetic creature walked right up to her face and grabbed a piece of food, giving one more hiss before running off. Even in her altered state, she had to admit that an organic a fraction of her size and strength daring to challenge her was bold. She watched it scamper around a corner between two buildings and followed.

 As soon as she peeked inside the alley, a furious growl rumbled out. The animal had set the food down by a pile of crates and was now standing over it, stance wide. Yellow watched, impressed as she was challenged again, the creature taking three quick steps toward her before slowly backing up, all the while snarling. A tiny set of claws shot out, scratching her chin. Flinching, Yellow jerked back with a growl of her own. One of the buildings took the brunt of her force and fell over, bricks and rubble filling the alley. Yellow backed out, shaking her head as the dust settled.

 The spot where the creature had stood was now covered in debris. Yellow glanced around, trying to stay as still as possible lest she knock over more. Then, she heard a squeak. The animal climbed over the rubble and started to dig. Yellow lay along the ground, carefully crossing her arms under her chin. Though dirty and scared, the organic kept on digging as she watched. Another squeak came from just beside her.

 “Hissss!”

 At once the tiny animal lunged forward, flailing claws and growling. Yellow remained still, no longer minding the puny scratch marks. From around her head stepped another one of the creature’s kind but much smaller. It stared at the giant alien tyrant with huge eyes, body shaking as it slowly made its way to the other one. The first ran up and started to rub its face against the smaller creature, licking its ear.

 Yellow blinked and both animals poofed up, growling. They backed up while still facing her until on the pile of ruined wall. The larger creature helped the smaller one climb up, protecting and challenging the Diamond the entire way. Yellow smiled. She watched the larger one groom the smaller one. Every few moments, the bigger protector would glare at Yellow and snarl.

 Both began digging again. Finally understanding, Yellow reached to her side and picked up some of the food she had dragged out before. The animals fled as she rested her hand partially in the alleyway, food crushed in her claws.  She frowned. The tiny organics were nowhere to be seen. She was about to leave for good when the little one poked its head from the end of the alley, giving a squeak. Soon the other one followed. Yellow tried to hold still as the tiny creatures gingerly crept toward her offering, leery of the massive fingers and long nails.

 Some of the food dripped off her claws to the ground. The animals flinched at the splat it made but kept approaching, their tiny noses twitching. Now right before the food, the little one leapt the last few feet and began eating frantically. Behind, the larger one watched Yellow, only lowering its head to eat for a moment before glaring back up.

 Soon, the food on the ground was gone. Both creatures looked up, smelling more above on Yellow’s fingers. The big one climbed up, pawing at the mush until it fell down. Yellow watched, fascinated, the pain from her cycle all but forgotten. The two ate happily, no longer wary of the massive being in their presence.

 Then, Yellow heard it: A low sound, almost like a growl, but not at all threatening. It rumbled out, growing louder. Warmth against her hand as the little creatures rubbed against it, the sound coming from them. They were no longer angry or afraid, just pleased. Yellow slowly opened her hand, resting it against the ground. The animals sniffed it, rubbing again before crawling on, curious.  

 She moved back, cradling the two tiny organics between her hands as she sat in the street. They looked around up with wide eyes but relaxed again when she stopped moving. The larger one began licking the other and the little rumbling sound began again.

 “Yellow?” Blue rounded a corner, carefully approaching. Her face held a mix of relief and surprise to see the feral Diamond calmly sitting down. “Are you alright? Did it start yet?”

 Yellow grinned up.

 “Blue, look.” She growled out, her teeth getting in the way of her words.

 Blue sat beside her, peering down at the two little shapes in her hand. “Organics? They are so small.”

 Yellow reached around Blue with her free hand, pushing her head lower toward the creatures. Tensing, Blue expected claws to pierce her or to be pinned down in a rage, but Yellow just held her there. She glanced down at the organics then at Yellow, confused.

 “Hear?” Yellow nodded.

 The low rumbling met Blue’s ears and she blushed. “What is that?”

 She turned her head, feeling Yellow’s grip relax. The creatures stared up at her. Taking great care, she brought her own hand over and cupped them against her hair loop. The tiny organics curled up, warm and safe against her gem.

 “They are so cute, Yellow.”

 Yellow let out a sigh, leaning against Blue. She began to growl, lowering the pitch so it came from deep in her chest. After a bit of practice she was able to make the same sound as the little creatures. Blue smiled at her as Yellow nuzzled into her hair.

 “Let’s take them back to Steven. He can tell us what they are.”

 Yellow had closed her eyes, already lost in Blue’s softness. She heard a giggle.

 “That is, after I take care of you.”

[maevefiction]

Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 10

Though the distance from the Marriott to the beach house was only twenty miles, it took the better part of forty minutes to get there. Tom was thoroughly amused at the continual stream of derisive comments that spewed forth from my mouth, directed at my driving counterparts, growing increasingly profane as we neared our destination. A Volkswagen Beetle painted in a tie-dye pattern pulled right out in front of me, and I smashed my hand on the horn repeatedly.

“HELLO! Are you fucking BLIND or WHAT?! Christ. Fucking moron.” I sighed and glanced over at him. “Driving here is in no way conducive to relaxation. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the entire island was in a permanent state of intoxication.”

“Of course they are. All drunk on the brilliant sunshine, the sparkling water, the greenery, the slower, gentler pace of living…”

“You can just fuck right off, Tom.”

“Now me, I’m drunk on something much more alluring.” He rested his hand on my knee and began sliding it up my thigh, underneath the leg of my shorts. The GPS on his phone dinged. “Make the next left onto Pe’e road.”

Number 1811 was located a little more than half a mile down from the turnoff. I stopped in front of the gate, and Tom hopped out to punch in the code to open it. I drove through and navigated the slight incline to park in front of the two car garage while he closed it. I turned the Jeep off and engaged the emergency brake, then climbed out to look around. The house was situated behind the garage, and the driveway was poured textured concrete, scored so it took on the appearance of tile. I walked to the grassy area between the buildings and fondled the trunk of a palm tree while I waited for Tom. He stopped at the garage, cupping his hands around his face so he could peek inside. I met him halfway between there and the tree.

“No sign of Luke and Simon. They should have been here by now, wouldn’t you think?” He frowned, concerned.

I shrugged. “Maybe they stopped for breakfast? Or lunch? Or some roadside nookie?”

“Maybe. I hope everything’s okay.” He put a hand on my shoulder as we walked toward the entrance of the main house. “Why didn’t we stop for some roadside nookie?”

“If I’d thought of it, we would have. But I was too busy yelling at idiots.”

“Pity.”

“Totally.”

The view-through of the ocean as we approached the covered entryway stopped me dead in my tracks. It was right there. I grabbed Tom’s bicep and shook it.

“Do you see that? That’s the ocean!”

He dug in his shorts pocked for the keys, smirking at me. “Yes, Maude that’s the ocean.”

The bottom of the double doors were wooden, carved in the shape of waves, and the glass was etched in the same pattern. He opened them and deactivated the alarm. Everything was bright and airy, white walls, rich wood, with darker accent pieces here and there. The kitchen was to our left, complete with stainless steel appliances, granite counter-tops and an island/bar. To the right was the fully furnished living area, offering a comfy-looking beige sectional that was artfully arranged opposite a big screen television. Straight ahead, though, was the money shot. I let out a low whistle.

Tom placed his hand on my lower back. “I second that emotion.”

The wall in front of us wasn’t really a wall at all…it was almost entirely made of glass, with sliders to the lanai and the most magnificent water view I’d ever seen. There were four horizon lines – the grassy yard, the shrubbery, the ocean, and the sky. I threw my hands up in the air.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m never leaving this place. Even if I have to chain myself to the lanai columns when the owner shows up to evict me.” When I turned to face him he had his right arm across his stomach, left elbow resting in his right hand, and his left hand cupping his chin while he tapped his lips with his index finger.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that since we’re the first to arrive we’re automatically granted the privilege of choosing which master suite we prefer.”

“You aren’t wrong. We get dibs on the digs, baby.” I offered my hand for a high-five, and he reciprocated.

The bedroom suites were on opposite sides of the house, and I silently thanked the universe for bestowing such favor upon me. One was off the living room, nearest the pool. The view was lovely, but the main house and lanai were visible from the windows, disturbing the sight lines just enough to make me want to go check out the other master. It was off the kitchen, which had the potential to be annoying if we weren’t the first ones up in the morning, but the windows presented a nearly uninterrupted panorama that made my jaw drop, the bed placed perfectly to enjoy it fully. I plopped down on the edge of it, facing the water. Tom proceeded to check out the bathroom, then poked his head out of the pass-through, which I assumed was to allow for an unobstructed view even from in there. Good thing neither of us were shy about our bathroom habits.

“Maude. Come in here.”

I turned but remained seated, pointing to the windows. “No. I am enjoying the pretty.”

“There’s a giant jetted tub from which one can clearly view the horizon.”

As I leapt up off the bed, I tripped over my own feet and would have fallen face first onto the tile floor if I hadn’t grabbed onto the footboard. I held up a hand in Tom’s direction, keeping my head down so I wouldn’t have to see the expression on his face.

“Not a word from you, Thomas. Not. One. Word.”

“Not even if it’s to pay you a compliment on the vivacity of your breasts as they shimmed beneath that tank top when you caught yourself?”

I shook my head as I raised it, then looked in his direction. He licked his lips, bit the lower one, then pursed them slightly. I didn’t reply, instead walking quickly towards the bathroom. He disappeared and met me at the entrance, grinning widely as he tried to obstruct my path. I pushed past him, ran to the tub, climbed in, and rested my arms on the rim behind me.

“Go get our shit out of the Jeep, Tom. I’m staying right here in case Luke and Simon turn up and try to usurp my throne.”

He sat on the side of the tub, blocking my view of the ocean. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, asked him to lean back a bit and snapped a photo. I held it out for him to see, pointing first at the ocean and then at him in the shot.

“Look, see, there’s the pretty. And there’s the more pretty. So much pretty, all in one frame.”

He leaned down to kiss my hand, stole my phone and took a picture of me before I could stop him. He turned it towards me and tapped the screen.

“And here’s the most pretty of all.”

This man was going to turn me into a pile of quivering mush with his romantic bullshit. I tried to fight it, but the blush worked its way up from my chest to my face just the same.

“Stop being so sweet, Thomas. It’s too much. I’m going to start being all happy and giddy and that has the potential to turn me into a nice person, which will sully my reputation considerably.”

He kissed me, then climbed in the tub, wedging himself against the right side of my body.

“I’m not being sweet. I’m being honest.” He leaned his head in beside mine, held out the phone and took a picture of us both, gleefully showing it to me as he rubbed his stubbly cheek against mine. “Look, our first selfie.”

I pulled away to look at him, my left eyebrow raised. “You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do with that, are you?”

He pushed himself up and gracefully exited the tub, typing on my phone feverishly as he walked across the room. I hefted myself out and followed him, trying to peek over his shoulder.

“Holy fucksticks, Batman, you totally ARE.”

He handed me the phone, and there it was. Our photo. His first tweet since April.

Kaua’i, HI. Having the most incredible week of my life so far. Looking forward to all that lies ahead with this amazing woman by my side. #MaudeGallagher #mylightinthemist, #soveryblessed

I was silent. Speechless. Breathless. Shit, as they say, just got real. My heart was racing as I read it over and over again, getting hung up on his ‘my light in the mist’ hashtag. I compelled myself to look away from the screen and at his face. A tentative half-smile greeted me, and his eyes…insecurity, anticipation, hope, love…all there in brilliant hues of green and blue and gold. Not knowing where to even start, I threw my arms around him tightly and buried my face in his neck instead. He stroked my hair, and neither of us spoke for several minutes until he pulled back from my embrace so he could see me.

“You are, you know.”

I cocked my head. “I’m what?”

“My light in the mist.” My brow furrowed, questioning. He shook his head sadly. “The past two years for me have been…dark, Maude. Immensely dark.” He pointed at his head. “In here, where no one else can see. Some of it you know, most of it you don’t. And I’d like to tell it all to you, and I will tell it all to you, but I don’t think I’m ready to. I can’t quite face it just yet. I hope that’s okay.”

I nodded. He gave me a squeeze.

“Thank you. I hope it isn’t anything that would affect this, us, now…though I did do some things I’m certainly not proud of.” He frowned as I rubbed his back in slow circles. “Let’s just say I had resigned myself to a particular type of existence, a half-life, really, shrouded in a thick, grey, endless mist. Because of you, and the light that emanates from you, that mist has begun to lift. And I know in time, with you by my side, it will dissipate completely. Forever.”

He was crying, and I brushed the tears from his face with my thumbs as I tried to stifle my own sobs as I spoke.

“Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’ll be here, ready to listen.” He reached up to caress my cheek. “You’ve done the same for me, you beautiful man. You’re my light in the mist. I’ve carried around my own pain for far too long, convincing myself that it was behind me and I’d gotten beyond it, that it didn’t affect me. The truth is that I was never brave enough to deal with it, so I buried it deep down and pretended that everything was fine so I could function just enough to survive. But that’s not living. In reality, all it accomplished was stopping me from being open and making me wall myself off so I’d never hurt again, which left me alone, and lonely. You, Thomas, broke down my defenses. For the first time in what seems like forever, I’m not alone anymore. And I’m so, so thankful for that. But, like you, I’m not quite ready to go toe to toe with it yet…and though I’ve never shared my story with anyone, ever, with you, I feel like I can. I guess it’s all a matter of timing. We’ll know when it’s right.”

He leaned his forehead in to touch mine. My stomach grumbled. He laughed as I rolled my eyes.

“There’s no food here, is there?” He shook his head. “Damn. But, first things first.” I logged into my twitter account and posted the pic.

Found this handsome fellow hanging about at my new job. I think I’ll keep him. Best. Fringe. Benefit. EVER. #TomHiddleston, #mylightinthemist, #kauaiismagical

He threw back his head and his ‘ehehehe’ went through all five gears in seconds. I laughed until I was snorting like Miss Piggy. We both froze when we heard Luke’s voice. He was shouting.

“We know you’re here. We saw the Jeep.  I’m shouting because Simon and I aren’t moving from the living room until you come out, fully clothed, from wherever it is you’re…hiding.”

I whispered in Tom’s ear. “Phew. Shit, I thought the jig was up for sure…maybe he hasn’t noticed yet?”

“From your lips to god’s ears, Maude.”

I heard a deep, throaty laugh I didn’t recognize, followed by a muffled ‘goddammit’, then more shouting.

“Never mind. You’d best stay where you are, because I’m going to throttle the both of you when I see you.”

*************************************** Luke was correct…Simon was indeed even more gorgeous in person. I’d exited the bedroom first, despite my insisting it was thoroughly unchivalrous of Tom to expect me to face the Wrath of Windsor before he did, and Simon came walking quickly towards me, hand extended, smiling beatifically. Dirty blonde hair, grey eyes, Roman nose, cherubic lips, thick eyebrows and the perfect amount of scruff. As he drew closer I pegged him as 5’10” or so, only three inches taller than my 5’7”.

“Hello there, hula girl. I’m Simon. Simon Ahlberg.”

“Maude Gallagher. Lovely to meet you, Simon.” I took his hand and he immediately pulled me into a bear hug. He smelled of musk and warm sunshine. I could see Luke behind him, watching as he held me, any traces of annoyance gone from his face and replaced with a soft, loving smile. Simon slid his hands down my arms and entwined his fingers with mine, stepping back to give me a once over. He was wearing a pair of light tan manpris with a white, sleeveless, button-down collared shirt and a pair of white To Boot New York loafers. I felt terribly underdressed in my men’s jean shorts and ‘sarcastic comment loading’ tank top.

He grinned, then looked at Tom. “I love her.” He turned to me again, snickering. “Sarcastic comment loading. You and I are going to be the very best of friends.”

I spotted a half dozen shopping bags resting on the floor near the entrance. I leaned in toward him, brows raised. “Did you happen to bring food?”

He nodded. “Did I ever. And I’m…” Luke interrupted him, beaming with pride.

“Simon was a sous chef at the Dorchester prior to becoming my PA.”

I began to swing our arms back and forth, reveling in the idea of having an actual chef under the same roof. For nine whole days. “Simon, you are so right…we are unquestionably going to be the very best of friends.”

*************************************** After helping Tom carry in our luggage, having ignored his protests at the idea of me doing so, Simon and I unpacked the groceries they’d picked up at the Living Foods Market on their way back from the airport. It was close by, only two miles or so, and stocked everything we’d likely need. He’d decided to use the barbecue to prepare dinner, choosing a traditional American meal of hamburgers and hot dogs even though we were two days from the July fourth holiday. We figured we’d be out most of the day celebrating, but hadn’t decided on a venue as yet. Remembering I hadn’t partaken in wine or champagne when we’d dined together previously, Luke had been thoughtful enough to pick up a case of Coke for me, as well as a box of Earl Grey tea.

Once Tom and I had put our clothes and toiletries away, I dragged out my tablet and laptop and plopped down at the desk in our bedroom, sending him off to play with his friends while I got some work done. Luke had given me, in addition to his company credit card, carte blanche to order whatever supplies I’d need for SDCC. I quickly discovered that shipping things to Hawaii was really fucking expensive, so I tried to consolidate as much as possible. It didn’t seem to help much, though, so I gave up and focused on getting the lowest prices instead.

First on my list was a new digital SLR camera. My old one was Nikon and I’d loved using it, so I opted for the D5300 model. Based on what I’d read, the lenses I already had would most likely be compatible with it, which was a nice bonus. Even if they were in New York. I ordered a case for it, and two extra battery packs.

Second was a video camera. While I had amassed a significant amount of experience as a photographer over the years, the only video I’d shot since college had been taken with my phone or iPod. I knew I wanted something lightweight, with a microphone and a serious zoom but other than that I was relatively clueless. Amazon had a Canon Vixia 1080p package on sale that included telephoto and wide lenses, a flash, mic, tripod, remote, hard and soft cases, plus an extra 64 GB SD card. The reviews were good, though I knew enough to take them with a grain of salt. Because sometimes people are lying liars who lie. But, it was worth a shot since it had everything I’d need and if it sucked, all I had to do was send it back.

Next came emailing my optometrist’s office in New York to let them know I was placing an online order for contact lenses that they’d need to approve. It had been well over a year since my last visit, but I’d been a patient since I relocated to the city so I hoped they’d let it slide. Glasses had become a part of my everyday life again at some point in 2011, after a bad reaction to a new type of lens the doctor had recommended when the ones I’d worn since 1994 were discontinued. Last year, another manufacturer began offering some that were comprised of the same material that my eyes tolerated well, so I ordered a few pairs to have in case I needed them. They worked, but were not even close to being as durable. If I slept in them, which I preferred to do, I barely got a week out of a set. Glasses had just seemed…simpler. Now any inconvenience contacts could cause seemed inconsequential, as long as I could have a clear view of Tom at all times, as well as the promise of enjoying our sexual exploits without having to push my glasses back up on my nose or worry about them flying off.

After giving myself a brief lecture on how fantasizing about Tom’s cock and the way it felt inside me wasn’t exactly conducive to effective time management, I tackled the last task on my list - new clothes to wear for SDCC. After weeding through what seemed like twenty sites that didn’t have what they’d advertised I stumbled upon the perfect T-shirt. It was black, with a silhouette of Tom as Loki on the front and ‘Keep Calm and Kneel to Loki’ on the back in gold and green. That, plus the light blue, medium blue and black denim leggings, tunic shirts and long sleeve tees I ordered would be better suited for blending into the background than the clothes I had with me, and I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone looking up my dress while I was at an odd angle trying to get a shot I wanted.

I glanced over my shoulder at the wardrobe, under which my little shoe collection was sheltered. Three pairs, all sandals. None of which would look right with leggings. But I knew what would look good with them, and I hadn’t dared to wear them in years. Doc Martens.

I tried so hard to not type in the url. “No, Maude. Behave yourself.”

My fingers seemed to move of their own volition. I clicked on the ‘women’s’ section and all was lost.

“Fuck it. I need something sturdy so I don’t fall on my face, right? Of course I do.”

I started with six pairs in my cart, then narrowed it down to three. All of which I bought using my personal credit card, because they weren’t technically something I needed in order to fulfill my duties at SDCC, so putting them on Prosper’s tab seemed rather inappropriate. Two were the traditional 9-hole style, one in metallic grey, the other a muted floral print on a beige background. The third pair was my favorite, the Diva Darcie in black patent leather with a 3 inch stacked heel. So much for sturdy…but they were sexy as hell, and I couldn’t wait to strut around in them. Hopefully without causing any serious injuries to my person.

The scent of barbecuing meat in the air made me want to make a break for the lanai, but there was one last thing I wanted to check on first. Twitter. I logged in to my account, took a deep breath and delved into the comments. It wasn’t quite the shitstorm Luke had predicted, and some were even positive. Then I checked Tom’s account…and BOOM, shitstorm. People demanding to know who I was, if we were dating, if we were married, critiquing my looks, the whole nine yards. No one had called me a whore yet, so there was that. My favorite comments so far were ‘WHY???? It looks like she’s not even wearing any MAKEUP. YUCK!’ and ‘LOOK AT HER NECK. THAT IS TOTALLY A HICKEY. IS IT FROM TOM?!’ I kept reading until I felt hands on my shoulders, followed by a kiss behind my ear that made me shiver.

He looked at the screen and realized what I was up to, eyeing me with concern. “How awful is it?’

I shrugged. “It’s exactly what I expected it to be.”

He put his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. Are you all right? Maybe I shouldn’t have…”

I cut him off. “Your job is to post things and pretend that comments don’t exist. My job is to read them and let you know if any need your attention. And so far, none do. Though I feel compelled to tell you that someone seems to have noticed my love bite.”

“Holy Christ, how did someone spot that on you?”

I chuckled. “Never underestimate the sleuthing skills of your fan base, Tom. Sherlock has nothing on them.”

He lifted my chin with two fingers to meet my gaze. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

I smiled. “Golden. You?”

“As long as you are, yes.”

“Good. Food soon?” He nodded as I rose from the chair and walked toward the bathroom.

“Simon needs to know how you’d like your bacon cheeseburger done.”

“Cheeseburgers. Plural. Well, please. Charred if possible. Same for the hot dogs. Thanks. I’ll be out in a few.”

*************************************** Dinner was marvelous, and I inquired as to whether Simon prepared lunch every day at the Prosper office, because if he did, I was SO done with traveling. We’d just finished eating and were helping clean up when he pulled out his phone, gasped, then kept clicking and scrolling, clicking and scrolling.

“Luke, you need to see this.” He handed him the device, and I looked at Tom and mouthed ‘Okay, now he’s going to throttle us’. Tom began to back up slowly, attempting to escape undetected. I punched him in the arm. Luke cleared his throat.

“Maude.”

I pretended not to hear him for a beat.

“Maude.”

I swallowed, then turned to him, one hand on my chest. “Oh. I’m sorry, were you talking to me?”

He gestured to Simon’s phone. “Do you have any idea what I’m looking at here?”

“Maybe?”

He smiled. “Actually, you don’t. Want me to tell you?”

I held up my hands at chest level, palms up, fingers extended. “Um, sure?”

Simon swatted him lightly on the back of his head. “Stop torturing her, you big meanie!”

Luke pouted. “What, am I not allowed to have any fun?” Simon ruffled his hair, which made him grin like a fool.

“Maude, since the two of you posted your photo prior to my getting the press release out, I decided to bypass that option and go directly to social media. Right before we ate I posted across all my accounts, announcing your joining Prosper as well as the details of your position. What I have here…” He pointed at the screen. “Are sixteen emails from artists who are interested in migrating to Prosper. All of them mention you as their reason for wishing to do so.”

I put my hands on my hips, head tilted and mouth agape. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Luke shook his head. “No. I am not fucking kidding you.”

I snorted. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m assuming I can expect a significant salary increase, effective immediately, yes?”

Simon threw back his head, roaring with laughter. Luke pointed back and forth between Tom and I. “How about I pretend you two didn’t royally muck up my plans and nearly break the internet today instead?”

I crossed my arms. “Deal. But it won’t make me feel any less overworked and underpaid.” I stared longingly at the pool. “Sorry, boys. Looks like you’re going to have to finish cleaning up without me. Maude has decided to reward herself for crafting such an esteemed reputation with a twilight swim. Feel free to join in when you’re done.”

I was en route to the house to change into my suit when Tom ran up behind me, dragged me kicking and screaming to the edge of the pool, then dumped me in unceremoniously, clothes and all. He took off his shirt and dove in, swimming to my side and caging me against the tiled wall with his arms, whispering in my ear.

“When you’re done with your little swim, I’m going to march you into the bedroom and illustrate for you in abundant detail what the word ‘reward’ truly means. I think I’ll start by stripping off those wet clothes, piece, by piece, by piece.”  

I ducked under his arms and the water, swam across the pool and walked up the steps at the shallow end, waving at Luke and Simon as I began walking toward the house. “Wow, great swim. Water’s mighty fine.” I faked a yawn and stretched. “Made me really tired, though. Time for bed. See you in the morning.”

Simon called to me from one of the lounge chairs. “Are we still on for sunrise yoga?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Tom caught up to me and slapped my ass.

Simon clucked his tongue. “I’m going to be super pissed if she can’t walk in the morning, Thomas.”

Tom snickered. “She’s not the one you should be worrying about, Simon. Believe me.”

He turned out to be 100% correct.

[takaraphoenix]

OK OK OK So I really really fell in love with your Helios x Apollo story and I've been toying with asking you about writing a small thing about Helios' reaction to Zeus banishing Apollo? And what he does about it. Or just his reaction to Zeus /trying/ to banish Apollo. A sort of fix-it-so-it-never-happens type thing. Totes get you're bogged down with stuff so if you don't have time that's totally okay. If you do decide to do it, could I get it by January 4th?

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || (You are here)|| The whole thing on AO3

Helios was exhausted.

His duties were straining in on themselves, but in the past years in particular. After all, his lover was very busy with Olympian duties - mainly so related to his prophetic gifts. So Helios, being the good, caring boyfriend he was, of course took over some of his lover’s duties. Mainly the sun-related ones.

Only that his duties had been very straining and distracting lately. Especially the closer the Giant War drew. Helios hated that. He wished to stand by his lover’s side, have Apollo’s back.

Apollo had smiled sweetly at him, those mismatched eyes sparkling brightly as he had leaned up on his tip-toes to kiss Helios’ cheek and then shove him hard.

His little sunshine was a fighter, not just a lover. Helios knew that. Of course did he know that. The only one matching him with a bow and arrow was his twin-sister Artemis. Apollo could hold himself in a fight if he had to.

That didn’t mean Helios wanted him in the middle of a fight though. A war no less.

Yet this one… was different.

Gods loved using demigods as pawns. But this war required the gods to also fight themselves. To slay the Giants at the demigods’ side.

Helios trusted his sunshine. He knew Apollo would be fine during the war. And now that the war was over, Helios was looking forward to embracing his lover again, just grab Apollo, take him home and live in peace for a century or two.

Maybe take some time off to spend in Alfheim? They did have this cozy little vacation home there… It would be nice. And Apollo surely would be happy to spend more time with his best friend Frey. That might sway Apollo.

And to be honest, that idea wasn’t so spontaneous. Helios had spent the past few weeks preparing said vacation home, making it as homey as possible for his love. Apollo deserved the rest.

“Helios, my dear, old friend.”

Helios paused. He didn’t turn around. That sweet voice, like poisoned honey. A scowl etched its way onto his face as he took a deep breath to turn around and give Loki Laufeyson a piece of his mind. Said piece of mind was stuck in his throat when he noticed that Loki wasn’t alone.

“Hel Lokisdatter. A rare pleasure, milady”, stated Helios, voice very soft as he bowed.

He knew to respect a king or queen when he met them, regardless what pantheon they were from. Hel offered him the smallest smile in return, a shy one. Her long hair fell into her face, covering the rotting half and only revealing the beautiful one. Her dress, long sleeves on one side, a glove that reached all the way up to her shoulder in addition to it. She half hid behind her father and Loki, as always, stood in a protective stance in front of his only daughter.

The trickster had a pleased half-smirk on his face as he regarded Helios curiously, fingers playing with his well-groomed goaty as he tilted his head. It were his eyes that had always unsettled Helios, if he was being honest. Green as poison, shimmering silver with lies and danger.

Helios stood straight, looking at the two Norse gods curiously. What were they doing in Alfheim? Loki preferred… Well, none really, he was always everywhere - wherever he could cause most mischief. But Hel? The queen of Helheim? Why would the Ice Queen seek the realm of the sun god? Helios could see how clearly uncomfortable the goddess was, looking a bit red-cheeked there.

“Listen, this isn’t a favor for you, Titan”, stated Loki, voice unusually serious.

“A favor?”, echoed Helios surprised. “What do you want, lie smith?”

Helios was startled as Loki threw a golden apple at him. Helios blinked slowly, eyes wide as he stared at the holy fruit. The immortality granting fruit, guarded by the Goddess Iduna for all the gods and pantheons (though she had gardeners assisting her from all the pantheons too. The Hesperides from the Graeco-Romans, for example). Not many knew that ambrosia, the food of the gods that granted them immortality, was actually made, among other ingredients, of the golden apples.

“Father speaks the truth”, pieped Hel up, looking displeased. “That’s why I’m here. I know how unreasonably unrealistic that statement is.”

“Hey. A bit more respect for your old man”, grunted Loki with a glare.

Hel gave him a deadpan look before returning her attention to Helios once more. “Your Olympians have decided to strip one of your own off his immortality. Your king couldn’t make that decision without Hades knowing. After all, a god now runs the danger of being killed and dying. And, well, when I was in the park with my puppy Garm last week, we walked with Hades and Zerberus for a while and he mentioned it. And when I heard who…”

Helios didn’t like where this was going. He gripped the apple tighter. Loki’s smirk grew more knowing and wicked. Helios had the urge to throw the apple into his pretty face.

“My dear daughter told me and I could not let it stand like that”, drawled Loki. “I mean, he is my best friend’s favorite brother. Hermes would be quite unbearable if something happened to precious Apollo.”

“Then why not go to Hermes?”, asked Helios, still suspicious.

“Ah”, grunted Loki with a careless shrug. “Daddy issues. You know the guy can’t go up agains Zeus. You? A Titan? This could be… entertaining.”

Helios gritted his teeth and averted his eyes to stare at the floor. Loki and Hel remained for a long stretch of silence. He really didn’t like Loki - mainly because Loki and Apollo had kind of a fling prior to Helios and Apollo getting together. Helios wasn’t a fan of how much Loki enjoyed reminding him of this.

“Thank you, Loki. You… have my grattitude”, grunted Helios out unwillingly. “You too, Queen Hel.”

The self-satisfied smile on Loki’s face made Helios really want to throw the apple. “My, it would be a shame if something so pretty would be wasted. Just… take care of this, Titan.”

“I will, Eldojotun”, replied Helios sharply, watching with satisfaction how Loki flinched.

The Aes did not like being reminded that his status as a god was an earned one and that, foremost, he was still a born Fire Giant. Loki sneered at him briefly before returning to his charming smile.

“Very well then. Come along, sweetie. Grandma invited us for tea and cake”, declared Loki, waving a dismissive hand in Helios’ general direction.

“Oh! Grandma Laufey makes the best cakes. Bye, Helios”, chimed Hel, seemingly far more motivated by that prospect.

With that, the two Norse gods disappeared. Leaving Helios with his apple.

“W–Who in the world…?”, grunted a startled teenager.

The boy, with messy black hair, stared up at Helios with surprised, sea-green eyes. Helios only spared the human one glance before turning to the one in the boy’s company. A scowl found its way onto Helios’ face as he threw the golden apple at his boyfriend. Apollo smiled brighter than the sun as he caught it.

“Oh! Wonderful. Early rescue. Just started wondering where our new little dynamic duo was going to head next to solve this little… problem of mine”, chimed Apollo happily, rubbing the apple against his robes. “Huh. Those things are not handed out easily. Iduna is possessive of them. How did you…?”

“A thief dropped it off”, growled Helios and grabbed Apollo by the arm. “Come.”

“…I don’t like it when you’re angry”, noted Apollo dubiously. “Are you… angry with me?”

“No”, replied Helios, the growl growing darker as the sky above them clouded over. “Someone else. I’m glad you’re fine, my love.” His voice grew gentler at that as he cupped Apollo’s cheek and checked him for injuries before turning toward the human. “Thank you, for protecting my sunshine. I am indebted to you. If any god gives you a hard time again, call for Helios and I will stand by your side.”

“A free favor from a god. That’s a new one. Cool.”

Apollo wrapped one arm aroung Helios’ neck, the other hand still holding the apple as he brought it up to his rosy lips and took a large bite from it. To grand immortality, one needed a whole apple. The tiny bit that was mushed into the ambrosia was enough to keep the immortality going for the gods, but it would never be enough to restore Apollo’s godhood. Apollo yelped as Helios teleported them away.

The sky around Olympus darkened as though night had come early. Zeus frowned confused. He knew Helios was taking care of the sun - it was the main reason why he had even gotten his punishment for Apollo through.

“How dare you”, roared an angry, dark voice.

Zeus sat up straighter on his throne as the Sun Titan materialized in front of him, looking like a vicious, avenging angel. There were still many Titans around and the general rule of thumb was to perhaps not anger them. They were ancient and also powerful in most cases. Zeus blinked as he spotted his son behind Helios. The son Zeus had only just banished from Olympus.

“Apollo”, growled Zeus in warning.

“No”, hollered Helios.

“You broke an Oath of Styx twice, siring two demigods.

You interfered and turned one of them into a tree to cheat Death himself.

You are the king and were responsible to keep things such as Tartarus secure yet you allowed for your Father to reform and nearly overthrow you.

You let a teenage boy steal your symbol of power.

You let your son Ares allign himself with Kronos during the Titan War without repercussions.

You let your wife make a fool out of you by playing with the memories of the heroes and having Romans and Greeks mingle, single-handedly throwing all of Olympus into an identity crisis that very well nearly cost you all your lives and this war.

And yet here you are, acting like you are the one, true king who does no wrong. Punishing Apollo for… What exactly did he do wrong? He has helped your little pawns during both wars. He has done his best to restore the Oracle after it had been lost because you had to anger Lord Hades.”

Helios had stalked up to Zeus and by now was lifting the young god up by his throat, a nasty expression on Helios’ face as he squeezed. No amount of thundering and sparks was going to get Zeus out of the supernova-hot burning fury of a Sun Titan.

“You will never lay a hand on Apollo again or you will find yourself right down there alongside your father”, growled Helios in warning. “Believe me, no one is pleased with you and Hera anymore. The past handful of years alone have proven what incapable rulers you have become. You allowed not one, not two, but four major wars to happen right under your nose within the last century alone. And so far, the only thing keeping from a revolution is that everyone is still licking their wounds. But so help me Chaos herself, if you ever lay hand on Apollo again, I will personally throw the first speer.”

Zeus looked positively mortified as Helios just dropped him. Still glowering, Helios went to his lover and picked Apollo up bridal-style before teleporting them to Alfheim. Apollo blinked dazed up at him as he slowly oriented himself.

“That was… really fucking hot”, grunted Apollo stunned. “My knight in golden-shining armor.”

Grinning and batting his eyelashes playfully, Apollo pulled Helios down into a kiss. “We’re taking a vacation. Right now.”

“No arguments from me, babe”, hummed Apollo pleased.

THE END

So you caught me on the right foot there. Because I just got back from seeing Thor: Ragnarok and I needed some comfort. Fics are comfort. And I found a nice way of including Hel and Loki in this too. Pleased by that. I hope this was the kind of comfort you were looking for too there? ;)

[thatonemellark]

So Gleggie is what I live for and your drabbles feed my obsession😍 you're amazing and I have a possible prompt. Maybe a new guy comes to Alexandria and flirts with Maggie and Glenn gets hella jealous. (Because how fucking hot would a jealous Glenn be¿)

here you go, @faithhmae :) This one was fun to write! Thanks for the request! I’ve got several more that I can’t wait to start!! 

3 days after their arrival in Alexandria, Rick forced themall to dress up in order to go to Deanna’s welcome party.

“I just don’t understand why he’s makin’ us go. Seemspointless. We spent the last 4 months starving on the road, and now we’re alljust gonna play dress up and stuff our faces?” Maggie complains as she puts ina pair of earrings.

Glenn watches her from their bed (a real, queen-sized bed),“But maybe that’s why he’s making us go. We’ve had so much bad for so long.Maybe this place is the start of something new.”

He stands up and wraps his arms around her. They both stareat their reflections in the mirror.

“Besides, if going to this dinner means I get to see you inthis sexy dress, then it’s all worth it.” He places kisses up and down her neckand then meets her eyes in the mirror, “The quicker we go, the quicker we canbail and come back to our incredibly private and very luxurious bedroom.”

Maggie grins, “That does sound tempting.”

Once everyone is dressed and ready, they all head toDeanna’s as a group. Glenn smiles. He has never seen his family this dressed upbefore. Even Daryl managed to scrub the dirt out from under his nails, althoughhis hair is a different story.

As Deanna’s house comes in to view, they see Aaron setting upa giant “Party in back” sign, complete with cheesy balloons.

He gives them a smile, “Alexandria doesn’t have much forparty decorations. Everyone is in the back. Enjoy!”

The backyard has been turned into a giant block party.Everyone hangs around with drinks and appetizers, while children play a game ofsoccer in the side lot. Carl wanders off to join them.

Glenn notices that the Alexandria residents have all gonequiet and are staring at his family. Rick clears his throat.

“Um, we just wanted to say-”

“Maggie?”

Rick is interrupted by a voice from the back of the crowd. Atall, blonde man with a thick beard shoves his way to the front.

“Maggie. Maggie Greene!”

Glenn glances over at his wife. He sees confusion on herface as she stares at the man.

“Maggie!” He takes a few steps forward.

Maggie’s body tenses. Glenn sees Rick and Daryl puff outtheir chests, ready to defend their adopted sister if needed.

Maggie continues to stare at the man. There is dead silencein the backyard.

“Oh my God!!” Maggie suddenly screams. The man’s face breaksinto a huge smile and he races forward. Maggie meets him halfway and leaps intohis arms.

Glenn watches in stunned silence as this man picks up hiswife and swings her around in a circle. They’re both talking over each other.

“I can’t believe it’s you!”

“Are you kidding, I can’tbelieve it’s you!!”

“What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

“I tried to find you when this all started, but yourapartment was empty already, your roommate said-”

“I left school early, I had to go home to help my dad withthe farm. Thank God I did, or I never would have gotten out of Atlanta.”

“Oh my God, it’s so good to see you. I thought I’d never seeyou again.” The man pulls Maggie into a tight hug. She wraps her arms aroundhim and squeezes.

Glenn watches as the man closes his eyes and buries his faceinto her hair, “It feels so good to hold you again.”

“Maggie?” Glenn takes a step forward. Maggie pulls awaysuddenly, as if she remembers where she is.

“Glenn! Come here. Glenn, this is Ryan. He was my bestfriend growing up. Ryan this is my husband Glenn.”

Ryan smiles at her, “Best friend? Come on now Mags, you knowwe were more than that.”

“Wait, did you say husband?”

“Yeah, husband. Hi, that’s me. Glenn.” Ryan shakes his handand eyes him up and down. This guy has a good 7 inches on him and is allmuscle.

He looks over at Maggie, “So you got married.”

Maggie nods.

“Glad to know I got an invite.”

Maggie punches his shoulder, “Shut up!”

He shoves her back playfully then wraps his arm around her.He leads her away from Glenn and their family.

“So tell me, where’ve you been all these years?”

Glenn watches them walk away in silence.

“Man, you just gonna let this guy show up outta nowhere andtake your woman?” Abraham says while munching on a meatball.

“No, it’s not like that. She said they’re just friends.”Glenn watches as Ryan pulls Maggie in for another hug.

“Okay then. But man, I wish a ‘friend’ would hug me likethat.” Abraham walks off, leaving Glenn to his thoughts.

Later that night, Glenn lay in bed, staring as the ceiling.Maggie stands in the room, brushing her teeth while talking to him a mile aminute.

“And than Ryan said that he actually came across the prison.Can you believe it? He said he didn’t go in, because he couldn’t tell if wewere friendly or not. And then he started walkin’ north, to see if he couldfind his mother and he finally stumbled across Alexandria and just decided tostay here.”

“And get this, Ryan said-”

“Maggie. I’m really happy you found your friend, but you’vebeen talking about him all night. Can we just go to bed?”

She takes the toothbrush out of her mouth, “Oh, sure.”

Once she is in bed, she lays silently besides him. They bothstare at the ceiling. After a few minutes, she begins giggling.

“What’s so funny?” He faces her.

“I was just thinking, this one time, when me and Ryan were8, we were on my daddy’s farm and-”

Glenn groans and rolls over.

Over the course of the next week, Glenn sees his wifeapproximately 6 times. Between their new jobs working for the community andRyan, he hardly sees her. Maggie is spending all her time with Ryan. She’s evenbegun to bail on their family dinners, instead opting to spend time with Ryan.

Glenn bitterly stabs the meat on his plate. Just thinking ofthat guys name leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

“You alright Glenn?” Michonne asks.

“I’m fine, why?”

“Because the meat is already dead.”

He looks down at his plate to see that his venison has takenon the form of mush from him stabbing it so many times.

He puts his fork down, “I’m gonna take a walk.”

He leaves without another word. As he walks down the street,he tries to put a name on what it is that he is feeling.

How should one feel when their wife ditches them at allhours of the day for another man?

He knows nothing is going on. He trusts Maggie. But thatdoesn’t mean that he still doesn’t want to rip that stupid beard off of Ryan’sface.

When he rounds the corner, he sees the two of them sittingon a bench, giggling over something. Ryan puts his hand on his wife’s back andsomething inside of him snaps. Before he can think about it, he’s marching overto them and he grabs Ryan by his shirt.

“Alright asshole, listen up! I don’t appreciate you gettingall handsy with my wife. MY WIFE. You hear? I get that you were best friendsbefore all this. But this is now. You need to back off!”

“Glenn! Knock it off! What’s wrong with you?”  Maggie stands up and tries to pull him off ofRyan, “Leave him alone!”

“Dude, you got it all wrong!” Ryan raises his hands,surrendering.

“No, I don’t think I do. Stay away from my wife!”

Maggie wedges herself in-between them, “Back off, Glenn!”

“Maggie, how could you say that? He obviously has feelingsfor you!”

His brow furrows when Maggie and Ryan start to laugh.

“Is this what this is all about?”

“Glenn, Ryan is gay.” Maggie stares at him.

“What?”

“I like dudes, dude. Always have, always will.” Ryan shrugs.

“But what about that comment you made, that you were muchmore than friends?” Glenn takes a step back. He can feel his face flush withembarrassment.

“I was his beard all throughout high school. We ‘dated’ tokeep his father off of his back.” Maggie says.

“Oh shit.” Glenn rubs his hand through his hair, “Shit man.I am so sorry. I thought-”

“That I was trying to steal your woman? She’s my bestfriend, but nah, you can keep her.” Ryan laughs.

“Hey! I’m offended by that.” Maggie punches him in theshoulder.

“Ow, what is it with you and punching me?” Ryan complains.

That night, Glenn lay in bed with his wife. An awkwardsilence fills the room.  

“So…”

“You were jealous.”

Glenn stutters, “What, no I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.” Maggie sits up and moves to straddle him, “Andit was kind of hot. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

She leans down and peppers kisses on his neck. He grins, “Yeahwell, I thought he was going to steal you from me.”

She looks at him, her hand cupping his cheek; “No one willever steal me from you. I’m yours till the end of time.”

“You’re so cheesy.” Glenn laughs and rolls over to flip heron her back, “I love that about you. I love you.”

Maggie reaches over and shuts off the light, “And I love you.”